I have another cold. My nose had only stopped running for a week before it started again. Not fair. I hate my nose dripping so I ask for a tissue to blow my nose on. Sometimes Dad comes at me with his yukky hanky, but I say, 'no, white ti-you'. I don't like pink hankies or blue hankies, I like white tissues - I have to be specific around Mum and Dad.

Yesterday Oskar and I were playing together in the music box. We were making all sorts of great sounds until Oskar decided to bonk me on the head with a tapping stick. I wailed and cried as I searched for Mum and when she asked what happened, I told her, in between sobs, 'Okkar clonk mine head'. I cried a bit more and then demanded, 'ti-you and bandaid and cream'. Today I got another clonk on the head and I told Mum, 'Clonk! and cream and bandaid and Wiggles bandaid!'

I was very cheeky just after dinner, tonight; more cheeky than I've ever been before. I could see my favourite Hi5 cup on the bench, but when I got it down I saw that it was empty - I was hoping for juice - so I threw it down on the kitchen floor. Mum jumped about a foot off her chair and stared at me, which was very satisfying! But Daddy was pretty annoyed and demanded that I walk over to him. I stood near Mum and eyeballed him as he said, 'Jazzie, come here please'. I paused just a moment before replying, 'No'. He asked again and I said no again. Then he asked me to say sorry to Mummy, so I said, 'Sorry, Okkar', even though he wasn't in the room. Daddy wasn't happy with that and asked me again, to which I said, 'No'. I was feeling pretty smug about now! But then Mummy told me that I'd been pretty naughty and I decided to comply, so I went and said sorry to Oskar (it was his cup) and then said sorry to Mummy (I have no idea why, but it made Daddy happier). The only bummer is that I think I broke the cup.